Page 77 of Wicked Dance
I let out a small cry and lunge for him. “You’re here!”
He wraps his arms around me, careful not to disturb my makeup or the dress. “Of course I am,” he says. “You didn’t think I was going to send you out there by yourself, did you?”
I settle beside him on the seat. “I wasn’t sure.”
The woman who had directed the crew of people comes inside the limo. Blitz nods at her. “Hey, Steena,” he says. “I figured you’d be doing Giselle.”
“Giselle brought her own staff for this event,” Steena says with a sniff. “No telling how she’ll turn out.”
Blitz turns to me. “You look devastatingly beautiful. Your picture is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”
“Our picture,” I say. I realize he’s holding a box in his lap. “What is that?”
“For you,” he says. “They were going to get something on loan, but I decided I wanted to buy you something special.”
I look around. There is no camera crew here. He’s not doing this for effect, for an audience. It’s just us.
He passes me the box.
I open it and suck in a breath. It’s a necklace, all diamonds, like little leaves in a perfect circle.
“I got it approved for your dress,” he says. “Kendra said it was fine.”
I can’t stop looking at it. “Blitz, this is crazy.”
“We should indulge in a thing or two before we settle down to ordinary life,” he says. “We probably won’t have much occasion to dress like this once the show is over.”
He lifts the necklace from the box and unclasps it. “May I?”
I nod and turn away from him.
His fingers slide across my skin and the diamonds lay cool and heavy against my collarbone. After he fastens it, he presses a kiss into the back of my neck. “Like it?”
“It’s breathtaking,” I say, touching it with my fingertips.
“Just like the ballerina who wears it.”
I turn back to him. “I’m so nervous,” I confess. “But I’m better now that you’re here.”
He tucks my arm inside his elbow. “This is great fun. The limo will pull up, we’ll get out, and there will be outrageous cheering, a lot like the DVD signing.”
“Will girls show their boobs?”
He laughs. “I doubt it. We’ll be in front of a big sign advertising the show, and they’ll want pictures of us together. Then probably apart.” He squeezes my arm. “That’s normal, even with married couples. They like to have individual shots for the fashion people.”
“Okay,” I say. “Then what?”
“We’ll walk down a ways, and there will be a reporter who interviews us. Again, together and possibly also separate.”
“What about the other girls?”
“Usually they spread us out,” he says. “But due to the competition and the drama, you never know.”
“We’re making our approach,” Steena says.
“Where are Devon and the rest?” I ask.
“Already there,” Blitz says. “We’ll be the last to arrive. The big finale.”
